I can’t imagine anyone believes in Communist culprits instead of a contract job commissioned on behalf of the swastika.

And Elsie the Elk looked as if she had mange, and the candy floss had gone up to eighty-five pence for a mean little stickful, and the bus ride was rotten because the driver wouldn't let them open the windows all the way, or sing at all loudly.

Wishing this lie of life was o'er.

That isn't to say there aren't “knobends” in the voluntary sector – there are plenty of them. But the ethos of the sector is about positive social change for the better, and breaking taboos of all kinds is part of this.